The man lead the way through the crypt, his torch illuminating their path with every step he could.  With the dead weight of the demon, progress was slow at best.  At every break in the corridor the man would stop, looking down each path before continuing.  He didn't explain what he was doing instead he lead silently until Allura spoke [color=red]"Do you always ask questions whilst brushing aside those of the other party?"[/color] The man asked out of curiosity. [color=red]"Here's the deal I'll answer your questions, but I must insist that in return you answer my previous ones."[/color]  There was a pause before the man continued [color=red]"What I am is a mage, one of a particular type of magic... though its use is often frowned upon due to some not heeding its consequences.  You see, as I'm sure you understand all spells require the channelling of energy and those incapable of that may choose the path our mutual friend here chooses.  Blood Magic."[/color] The man smiles to Allura before continuing [color=red]"Those that are worthy can reap its benefit without its harmful consequences.  As for that little trick with Volkran, you need to know their true inner thoughts to manipulate their very state of being.  Sure it's a neat trick but one that takes a lot of practice."[/color]

A short time passed before he spoke again [color=red]"So which is it?  Do you accompany the man, or the Demon?"[/color]  The man stopped to turn and look at Allura [color=red] "You know one, does not normally tolerate the companion of the other.  Unless.... never mind we're almost there."[/color] As they come to another split in the corridors the man raises his arm across in front of Allura [color=red]"Stop."[/color]  he spoke softly and quickly turns his head toward her, struggling he lifts his arm supporting Akira's weight and places a finger on his lips.  Then as a breeze starts to build he just freezes in place staring at Allura.  The breeze was evidently blowing against them, its origin unknown but a strong presence could be felt in the corridors break, its intent unclear as its dissipated energies constantly switched through different elements from malevolent to peaceful.  Eventually the breeze died down and when it could no longer be felt the man sighed turning away from Allura as he continued to walk.  [color=red]"That was discomforting."[/color] 

Shortly past the corridor break he carefully lowers the un-concious Akira to the floor and hangs the torch in a holder. [color=red]"We're here."[/color]  After speaking the man pushes against the wall struggling as the stone quietly scrapes against the floor until it gives a wide enough clearing. [color=red]"Ladies fir-... I guess this isn't the time for manners"[/color]  interrupting himself the man steps through the gap grabbing the torch once more.  It was but seconds before the echo of multiple torches igniting in unison echo'd back out into the hall before the man walked back.  He leant in the opening against what was clearly the frame for this door, before putting his feet against the door itself and forcing it open wide enough to let Allura see inside. [color=red]"Everything we need to help him is in here."[/color] The man was calm as he hauled Akira up once more and headed inside.  He draped Akira over to what was essentially a stone altar and pulled Akira's body onto it. [color=red]"I hate to say this but... you're going to have to hold him down, he isn't going to like this"[/color]